Zoë Coombs Marr has been performing for the last couple of years under the persona of a bad male standup called Dave, but now she's back performing as herself, in a show she describes as having no gimmicks, just jokes, jokes, jokes, and a bit about cum at the end.
And if you believe that, I've got a harbour bridge to tell you. Of course there are gimmicks. Of course there's a shedload of ideas in here, and of course there is actually a bit about cum at the end. Coombs Marr's other gig is with Post, the post-modernist theatre collective who gave us the widely-disliked-except-by-me-and-people-from-Melbourne "Oedipus Schmeopidus", which took apart the principles of dramatic literature. And this, to a certain extent, rips into some of the conventions of normal standup, while letting Zoë perform without wearing a dodgy fake beard.
I don't know that this adds up to quite as much as the two Dave shows did - in some ways, this is the kind of show you perform while you're in waiting mode for the next big idea to come along. It's a very funny show even as it sniffs into some of the modern conventions of standup, but it is a show that doesn't, perhaps, reach every one of the goals that you can see it's reaching for. There's definately still room to go further with some of the ideas presented, and it's a show that makes me wonder what's next. But for now it's interesting enough to say that it's worth seeing anyway.
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